Veil of Tears

Walk my dismal path

Pursue my much walked ways

Two hells I've found

Two deaths I'll die

Mere fools choose to stay

Shut out the sky

In this (already) darkened room

As I prepare myself for slumber

Where the weary are at rest

Scraps of acrid marrow

Dried and whitened spine

Wasting of the limbs

Abbreviated death

Such a bitter satire

I'm content to rest alone

Leave me here and I will lie

Composed an dundisturbed

Oh where can I find sorrow

To relieve me of my grief

I've shut my eyes to God above

And walked my dismal way

I've drunk the dregs of a wooden cup

I've trampled on His blood

I've smeared Him in my arrogance

I grieve I can't turn back

Walk my dismal path

Pursue my much walked way

Two hells I've found

Two deaths I'll die

Mere fools here remain.